Evie
When hope and peace begin to fray
Future plans - even ones that might entail their trip back home, closer at hand than nebulous dates days or weeks away - wash out of her mind like seafoam on a receding tide. Leaving her washed clean and focused solely on the here and now.
His growl rumbles against her mouth, and it shakes through her like an earthquake, tasting the edge of something yet untouched and full of promise. The revenge should have been expected, but as the soft flesh of her mouth gives to the pressure and insistence of his teeth her own breathy whine comes to the fore, fingers gripping restlessly at his forearm where their journey has led them. The hand in her own hair is a further pleasant distraction, torn between tilting backwards into his touch and pressing forward into his mouth. The latter wins out, tongue tracing the seam of his lips in a playful flick before retreating.
His growl rumbles against her mouth, and it shakes through her like an earthquake, tasting the edge of something yet untouched and full of promise. The revenge should have been expected, but as the soft flesh of her mouth gives to the pressure and insistence of his teeth her own breathy whine comes to the fore, fingers gripping restlessly at his forearm where their journey has led them. The hand in her own hair is a further pleasant distraction, torn between tilting backwards into his touch and pressing forward into his mouth. The latter wins out, tongue tracing the seam of his lips in a playful flick before retreating.
know that daybreak is not far away
